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Discovering the Waterfront

Chapter Two:

Better Than This

Isabelle felt like she had been hit over the head with a ton of bricks. Her head pounded to the point where she couldn't even think, she opened her eyes to a dark and musty room. The room spun in her mind and she shut her eyes again to make it stop. She felt like she would throw up but soon everything stopped. She could think clearly and she could see straight. Isabelle opened her eyes once again to finally see her surroundings, she noticed when she tried to stand that she was handcuffed to a pipe attached to the wall.

Isabelle's breathing became short and shallowed, she tried to free her hands from the handcuffs but it was no use. She was trapped and there was no way out, she was alone.

Sydney entered the walls of APO and sat at her usual desk. She hated leaving Isabelle alone all the time but she had no choice. She never used to leave Isabelle alone a lot because she was younger and there were less things to worry about, but there was a new big bad in the world and Sydney had to stop it.

Jack Bristow was now in control of APO and all it's operations. He walked to Sydney's desk and stopped right in front of her.

"Sydney I need to talk to you." Jack said worriedly.

"Dad what is it?" Sydney stood from her desk and followed him into his office.

When they were in the office Jack walked over to his computer and typed something in. Whatever he had typed brought up satellite images onto his computer.

"Its Isabelle." Jack quickly told her.

"No, shes fine, shes at home." Sydney explained to her father.

"No she isn't. About an hour ago someone broke into your house and took her." Jack turned the computer monitor around and showed Sydney the satellite image of someone holding a passed out Isabelle.

"Oh my God." Sydney's breath became shallow and she felt tears burn her eyes.

"We have to find her." Sydney said after a long silence.

"I tracked the car and it stopped at an airport a short while ago, they got onto a private jet. Marshall's been trying to find the jet ever since." Jack informed her.

Isabelle managed to steady her breathing and quieted down as she sat alone in the room. She sat in silence and tried to remember anything about how she had gotten there. All she remembered was seeinga gun and then hearing it fire, then everything went dark until she woke up in the room. She leaned her head on the pipe and let out a large breath of air.

late night, brakes lock, hear the tires squeal
red light, can't stop soI spin the wheel
my world goes black beforeI feel an angel lift me up
andI open bloodshot eyes into fluorescent white
they flip the siren, hit the lights, close the doors andI am gone

She heard voices from outside the room and walking. The voices got closer until there was a large noise as the door to where she was opened. Isabelle watched as two people she had both never met and never seen in her life walked into the room. They both carried guns and seemed to be waiting for someone.

nowI lay here owing my life to a stranger
andI realize that empty words are not enough
I'm left here with the question of just
what have i to show except the promisesI never kept?
Ilie here shaking on this bed, under the weight of my regrets

Sydney exited the office and walked quickly to Marshall's office. He was typing on the computer and rushing around the room to try and find anything that would help him find Isabelle.

Sydney walked into the room where he was and waited for Marshall to try and tell her what he had found, so far he hadn't said a word.

"I'm doing my best Syd but these people, they planned everything, this didn't just happen." He told her quietly as he continued to type on the computer.

Ihope that i will never let you down
I know that this can be more than just flashing lights and sound

Isabelle waited to see what would happen when the other person got there. Soon enough she heard more footsteps coming towards the room. Her heart was racing and blood pounded in her ears. She watched as the guards or whoever they were waited with no expression whatsoever.

look around and you'll see that at times it feels like no one really cares
it gets me down but I'm still gonna try to do what's right,I know that there´s
a difference between slight of hand, and giving everything you have
there's a line drawn in the sand, I'm working up the will to cross it

Sydney went back to her desk and sat quietly. There was nothing she could do, first Marshall needed to find out where they had taken Isabelle and then after she was located they could take action.

The footsteps grew louder and louder until they stopped outside the door.

andI hope that i will never let you down
I know that this can be more than just flashing lights and sound

Isabelle waited until a shadowed figure walked into the room, the guards waited for instructions and the person told them to leave.

Isabelle didn't recognize the voice and she figured this person probably just wanted money or something for ransom but there was somethign about the way her kidnapping had taken place that was off. If someone just wanted ransom they wouldn't have went through all the detail of not being caught. Everything about the kidnapping seemed planned, almost as if it had been scheduled for years.

rhetoric can't raise the dead
I'm sick of always talking when there's no change
rhetoric can't raise the dead
I'm sick of empty words, let's lead and not follow

Marshall ran from his office to Sydney's desk.

"I've got something." He hurriedly told her and she followed him to the debriefing room.

There were several other agents in the debriefing room, including her father, Dixon, Rachel, and Grace.

Marshall followed Sydney and set up what he had found on the screens.

The image showed a jet landing not to far off from Moscow. Marshall then showed another image of a van pulling away and driving towards Moscow.

"Head to Moscow and try to find anything that can lead us to Isabelle and her kidnappers." Jack said.

late night, brakes lock, hear the tires squeal
red light, can't stop soI spin the wheel
my world goes black beforeI feel an angel steal me from the
greedy jaws of death and chance, and pull me in with steady hands
they've given me a second chance, the artist in the ambulance

The person waited for the guards to leave and finally stepped into the small amount of light in the room.

"Who are you?" Isabelle said rather loudly.

"You don't recognize your own grandmother." Irina Derevko said with a smile.

Ihope that i will never let you down
I know that this can be more than just flashing lights and sound
can we pick you off the ground, more than flashing lights and sound

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